Pyaar To Hona Hi Tha

This is the only blog which I delayed to complete to ensure I can exactly put down my thoughts, the thoughts which has been battling between my mind and heart from past 3 years, where my mind is continuously defeating heart, and my heart is still fighting knowingly that it would loose. I would call myself as a coward for not able to do any thing, I know you have so many questions what happened, what’s battling in and what is that I cant win over. Read it completely to understand it ( only my family members can understand this)

Couple of weeks back, I had to visit Rajajinagar to meet my Maternal Uncle who came in a Baarath (Hindi word) to attend his friends marriage from Warangal to Bangalore. To meet him I took  Bus Services to travel and its only after buying ticket I realized that my mobile is not charged and I wont be able to use it for this long journey. Seeing so many people in bus using mobiles, I felt isolated, handicapped and settled down on the seat. To kill time, I thought I will look at people faces to know their emotions, few common things I have noted as below 

 

·         A young girl who was blushing every time her mobile screen flashed with a whatsap message, she used to read it, give a wide smile and again used to take some time to reply, might be to ensure that other person keeps waiting for her message.

·          A kid who was around 7 years playing temple run II game so amazingly that I felt jealous ki when I would be able to cross those many levels and play at that speed

·         On the other side I saw an aged guy who was trying to dial in numbers by looking from a small pocket size note book adjusting his spects, I giggled at old generations nack of using technology who still believe in carrying a pocket size book for contact numbers where as we save every thing in our mobile with names like Sweetu, Sweet Heart, Chotu, Pillu, Mahaan and all with other names ( these contact names remain same but the person and numbers often change) and  few teens using mobile keypads faster than the speed of the bus to ensure their feelings are known to their girlfriends ( they do it often to ensure that rhythm which they have set in chat don’t get spoiled due to delay in reply)

·         When the bus halted at a junction, I saw a kid sitting opposite to me who was trying his best to find wi-fi from other users

·         A young couple who boarded at the junction wherein the guy was carrying a skull candy headphone plugged to his mobile and the girl had her iPhone with some beautiful accessories to it ( whatever amount spent by Apple to design its back screen was gone for a toss as this girl had a pink cover and added some additional accessories to her iPhone, it was looking more like a handbag than a Apple Mobile).

Looking at iPhone my thoughts surrounded  for not charging, cursed myself again. I didn’t wanted to spend any more time looking at people around as every one was busy in mobile world. I decided to ignore all these and spend time looking out from the window pane( my fav time pass time during childhood) was thinking of various thingsabout my parents back at home (as if am in Singapore, non-sense every alternate weekend I visit my home town, fir bhi, dil to bacha hai ji) and about the girl who boarded in the last stop (in spite of stupid accessories, she was pretty J, “guys are guys” nothing apart from pretty looks can distract us) and finally about my uncle to whom Iam going to meet

Questions in My thoughts : -

How come Uncle alone came and none of my friends came from Warangal, technically they should also come and why was my uncle so excited yesterday when I was speaking to him on call as if his friend is getting married – By the way my uncle is 45+)

After passing through so many pretty girls faces I have reached Rajajinagar and luckily exactly opposite to the place where should I reach to. I saw couple of my uncle friends who used to pull my first crush cheeks saying “Cho Chweet” and my blood used to boil during my childhood. They were having a nice time as the group was mostly of the same group. What was common in the group was 85% of them had their hair dye for evening function, nicely shaved and full of enthu. And after enquiry I found that even my uncle is getting his Silver hair colored to black , I sensed some smoke but was silent and was laughing inside at these uncles who were trying to impress young ladies in today’s function. I giggled at them and they burst into laughter looking at my giggle.

After a long discussion I was able to find my uncle who from parlor rushed to Bridesgrooms room as if it was necessary for him to be along with bridegroom, I saw and followed him to the room. All my uncles friends were doing make up to some guy who I can say was occupying a larger space in the room, I can say he was definitely bigger in size, I was trying my best to have a glance and and and  and and what I saw in the middle of the group was a dark skinned guy, who was look alike of Anoos Weight Loss Fitness Club advertisement before weight loss and the guy from Hair transplant before hair weaving, he was sitting in the middle of the group wearing white color Sherwani, I wished he was bridgegrooms father, but the circumstances did not allowed me to believe, he was continuously blushing on adult jokes countered by his friends, yes he was Dulha. Such a sick thought that a well off guy is getting married at 40+ Years to a girl from Bangalore. I was laughing at these aged hair dyed dulha and his friends and in between I saw ladkiwalas  came and they offered sweets and dry fruits, trust me 60%  of the group was not taking because of diabetes including our own bridegroom, I was not able to control my laughter at this antique piece and have stepped out of the room to control it. My Uncle followed me, he stared at me with anger and took me out of the function hall, my mind was laughing at this and my heart was feeling pity for the bride, I cursed the Dulha and elders of both the sides for this marriage arrangement. He took me to a coffee shop nearby where I started giggling again and questioned my mamaji how come he was a part of this buffoons marriage, then he started narrating a story behind this marriage( when my mamaji asked his friend the same question to Dulha)

Mr.Dulha wanted to meet personally the Miss. Dulhan before this nuptial ties, and he met her in Coffee Day ( my eyes strolled when my mamaji told the venue) in Mumbai near Marina Beach which was closer to dulhans sisters home.

Rest of the story in Dulhas words : -

I wanted someone to hold my hand. It had been long since someone held my hand. There’s something about a girl holding your hand which says that everything is alright in the world and even if it isn’t, I’ll make it alright. I craved for human touch. I craved for someone to talk to me, to listen to me, but I didn’t had any one. In complete silence, we walked for 20 minutes. My mind wandered aimlessly about her memories, she was quiet too, maybe she was thinking of someone else.

It was the quietest evening I’ve had in a long time, yet I felt I had the best conversations of my life. Sometimes, a little solitude, someone to walk with and a vast ocean is all we need.

We were silent in the car too when I went to drop her home. As I braked in front of her building, she thanked me for a wonderful evening. I moved forward and smiled. She smiled and open the door to step out.

“Suniye, aapka jawaab ka intezaar rahega”, I  called out. She turned back to look at me

I said “Whatever it was, it’ll be alright now, am with you, I will take care of your kids and all your problems”

I went  forward, confidently this time to hold her hand  and

And with that, her well controlled flow of tears gave way and she hugged me.

She was a widow who has lost her husband in an accident.’

I left the Coffee Day as soon as I heard it, went directly to Dulhas room, wanted to go and hug him, say thanks, but I felt am too small in front of his stature, he was a great man, I felt ashamed to stand there, I don’t deserve to be in the group of great people who stood out with this wonderful guy. Might be me or the generation I saw today is advanced in technology but when it comes to dealing in emotions,  where do we stand ?? forget about standing we cant even walk on knees.

Hats off Dulha, you are the most handsome Dulha I have ever seen in my life. Wish you stay fit and healthy forever.

Guys – Please do wish this couple from your heart for a longer and healthier life, pata nahi kiski duva lag jaaye, I really want this guy to live happily ever and ever and ever….

Pyaar ka matlab nahi hota hain, kyun ki pyaar matlabi nahi hota hain, yeh to ehsaan hain jo na kabhie koi samjha paaya hain aur nahi kabhie koi samaj payega.